there's a joy in letting go,
there's a freedom in tight embraces,
there's a confidence in feeling low,
and there's a stop as every heartbeat paces.
you might not understand these contradictions,
but play along with these predictions.
one day you'll end up with blissful benedictions,
and maybe one day you'd notice that life was never a fiction.
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Poezja❝ i took some food for thought, it might be poisoned. ❞ POETRY | PROSE | THOUGHTS © walkinglovesong 2017 HR : 190 | POETRY
